Yeah, the telegram came
Delivered, by a gloved hand
It was covered with a bit of lint
From a great aunt's two flopping breasts

The glove's got a sacred
The glove's don't shake nor scare
The glove's was hang down
The glove will shine on, shine on, shine on

Paint your black face
Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case
I'll be your nigger
On stage

Yeah, that telegram was in typical fashion
It said watch out for the footlights STOP
It said send love STOP no no STOP
Don't send love STOP send love...

Stop

The light's got a sacred
The light won't shake nor scare
The light's got hang down
The light will shine on, shine on, shine on

Paint your black face
Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case
And I'll be your nigger
On stage

Yeah, capishe!

Yeah, that telegram floated out of my right hand
And it burned up atop the footlights
That, burning meant seared my eyes
And I had to call a line

Nothing came
Thanks, good night

I've got a sacred
I don't shake nor scare
I've got a hang down
I will shine on, shine on, shine on

Save me, save me, save me
Yeah, won't you please save me
Yeah, won't you save me, save me, save me
Well, won't you please save me

All times
Tom's wife
Her light
Burns bright
This land
Has none
This land
Gone blind
Footlights
Burn bright
Behind
Mine eyes
Footlights will burn all mankind

Save me
Won't you please save me
Come on, save me
Won't you please save me

Come on

Save me, save me, save me


Lyrics submitted by SoulDriven, edited by PookiePookison

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